The Meaning of a Passing Glance

He passed me by We stared right at each other Normally we would smile Or wave Or look away in a flirtatious way But nothing No emotion I hugged my books to my chest instinctively He sped up to get to her faster To replace my image with hers Like I'm unclean Leporasy I moved my sad eyes to the ground Counting the steps Conscious of every breath Until he was gone Relief and regret Weak wanting to be strong Stuck here wanting to move on.

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